"In all honesty, it's unlikely to accepted." Inessa's look is apologetic, as she can't imagine what it must be like to be torn from all that is familiar, let alone the resources that such a title would command. "It might not even be believed; as I said, elves do not have such titles here. Among Skyhold, at least, there is more tolerance or acceptance of rifters. In other areas, we still struggle with public uncertainty as to whether or not such people from beyond are demons in disguise. Those of us who know better at least try to explain why this is impossible."

At least with the Inquisition's numbers, even those who doubt might refrain from taking action in their presence. But in times as chaotic as these, it's never a sure thing. "Your drive to aid is commendable, though I hope it will not often be needed. For the most part, we know how to keep a low profile. And again, in Skyhold, the cosmopolitan nature of Skyhold allows for more relaxed attitudes within." Not that it's a bastion of progressiveness, but still. Inessa knows a good thing when she has it.

"I suspect we will be departing soon, for the first established camp on the way back. Any simple needs can be tended to there." Garahel isn't making it easy to get up and go, though. The mabari plops down and stretches, reluctant to move until food or playtime are mentioned.